Key West by Lacey Alexander Page A

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    “Lick me,” she whispered hotly, staring into his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, lick me. Yes…” The pulses in her cunt were gathering power, coming with greater strength, building, and she knew any second now, any sweet second…and then she came. “ Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! ” She bit off the words through clenched teeth as the climax claimed her, body and soul, roaring through her like a locomotive. Her head fell back, her eyes shut, as the sweet spasms vibrated through her, violently at first, jerking her torso, before slowly easing up into something warmer, calmer, like gently pounding waves.
    When she opened her eyes, he was still working away at her, clearly waiting for her to finish. She stroked one hand through his hair as her pelvis went still beneath him, the hot orgasm finally waning. He rose up on his knees and she could smell the salty scent of her sex on his mouth when he leaned close to whisper, “How was that, angel?”
    She let out a low moan of satiation and summoned the strength to give him a small smile of appreciation. “The best of my life.”
    He blinked, looking nonplussed. “Really?”
    She nodded. It was true. She could never remember an orgasm that had lasted so long, been so strong, or left her body feeling so deliciously spent.
    He kissed her, hard, and the tangy taste of her own juices met her tongue.
    “I want to put my cock inside you,” he breathed against her mouth.
    She could only nod.
    He rose to his feet and reached down for her, murmuring, “Stand up, baby.”
    It was difficult—her legs felt so weak—but she got to her feet. He positioned her so that one foot remained propped on the platform she’d just risen from. His hands closed greedily at her hips, under the skirt that was now raised to her waist—but he was struggling with her panties, the crotch of which had fallen back into place.
    “Damn it,” he muttered, trying to pull the fabric aside from the back, but in her new position, the little swath of lace insisted on staying in the way. Finally, he gave a hard yank and ripped the thong off, the side seam tearing, sending the lace to fall at her ankle. “There,” he said, sounding relieved.
    Mmm, she felt thoroughly possessed by him now. Yet still she needed more. “In me,” she whispered. It was the only speech she could manage at the moment, and she wanted him desperately, wanted to know what his huge shaft would feel like inside her.
    Shifting her hips slightly, he poised the tip of his cock at her opening. She instinctively pushed against it, thinking, Fill me, fill me up .
    He thrust slow and gentle against her, once, twice, three times. She felt him begin to enter, begin to open her, but already she could tell it was a tight fit. She let out a small growl of distress as he pushed upward again. Against her will, a small cry escaped her—his width was too much for her.
    “You’re so damn tight,” he whispered, the lines of his face stretched taut with frustration.
    She spoke between panting breaths. “I’ve been with the same guy since high school. He wasn’t nearly this big.”
    Once more, he thrust his large cock upward into her softness. “Am I hurting you?”
    She clenched her teeth. She wanted desperately to say no. She wanted desperately for him to fit. But finally, she let out a sigh. “A little. But it’s all right. Because I want you in there. I want your cock in my pussy so bad.”
    “Oh fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back. “Baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you just made me come.” Grabbing his shaft, he aimed it so that warm spurts of white liquid shot directly onto the front of her cunt as he moaned his release. Despite how it had occurred, it brought her tremendous pleasure to know she’d made it happen, and she liked being able to see and feel the hot, wet evidence of his orgasm.
    When it was done, they both stood frozen for a moment, staring at his white fluid as it mingled in her light curls, draping down into